A young girl came to you still a chiled, still free with her heart wild. It seemed all she ever did was smiled, but that wasn't good. So you kept at it and cut her down, till smiles were seen less than frowns, And in front of her you donned a crown. You killed the princess in her. The spark that shined bright in her eye couldn't stay, it had to die. You persisted until all her joy was but a sigh and the child in her was gone. Now an adult before her time that child looks back and knows your crime. She knows how you killed one in their prime, forced them to grow old. Although she was never your foe, she didn't need to be made to grow. From a graceful fawn to an awkward doe, you reversed the order. To the ground she sadly fell as if to the bottom of a well. What an awful story that I tell, one of innocence forgotten. I would take it back, but innocence is what I now lack. What I wouldn't give to reverse the track. I wish you understood...Birth sign: Not entered
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